Pandora's Jar Mga Nobela at Kwento

The stone was a brilliant scarlett color. "This ring is host to what we call a familiar. This in particular, is a carbuncle. It's a creature from South America. They have a gift for finding gemstones and hiding. Think of it as a gift of good faith." "Thank you" she put the ring on her finger and held her hand to the light. "It's beautiful...and call me Nina. Ms. Liang is for people under me." she smiled at him. "Then you may call me Richard." he replied back and watched her admire the ring. He was glad she accepted, even if the training didn't pay off, she would be a good partner to have

We don't even know who wants to kill her and we are not sure if they have reached the person August. "I know but I'm just jealous. It's Lola Luna, she told me that they fought a Kraken... It was so big and she was able to dodge the attack... I think I like that too." Lucas promised. "That story belongs to Queen Snow and King Yuan," I comment here. Because they told us something that cannot be told to everyone. It is a most vital secret that only royal blood must know. And that is, the creation of Pandora, was just an altered image of the Universe. And it was Queen Snow and King Yuan who told the stories of their missions when they were still in Universe. At first, he was unbelievable, but la

Why did Alexander Hamilton have a room in his house filled with female things? I pulled off the faded dress I'd worn from my parent's house and walked over to the rack of clothes, looking at the various garments designed to entice and allure. My fingers skimmed over the shimmering, glittering, and satiny dresses, looking for the least provocative one. I finally found one at the very back: a tight dress with a halterneck and rhinestones littering its bodice. My trembling hands fumbled as I struggled to put on the dress, its glittering gossamer fabric a mocking reminder of my newfound objectification. It barely reached down to my knees, stopping somewhere between my thighs and my hips. I turne

Jordan answered her and awaited more of her questions that he was ready to answer. "Why would they steal Medusa's head without the Pandora box?" Tasha asked again. "Medusa was a very beautiful woman that caught everyone's attention when she looked into the forbidden Pandora's box that was brought from the world beyond, she had snakes all over her head and anyone that looked straight into her eyes was going to be turned into a lifeless stone statue, Medusa's head was cut off and put back into its vessel, the Pandora box. “The Pandora box was a vessel for this great power for millennials and now that Medusa’s head is no longer in it, it still has the power to change people to stone but only te

I was so stressed about talking to Grandma that it never even crossed my mind to peek inside. Dad's voice shot up an octave."Are you crazy? That stuff isn't ready yet!" "Hasn't the jar already turned red? Besides, nobody's had any problems these past few years. Haven't we made a killing?" What? I was getting more and more confused. Were they talking about the jar in the backyard? So whatever was in that jar was worth a fortune? And it needed time to become ready? What in the world needed that long to become ready? I was already 24 years old. Did it really need to take 30 years, like what Dad said?

Pandora has lived in neutral territory since leaving her parents' pack. She has tried calling Paulo serval times but he isn’t answering her calls or replying to her texts. Pandora thought her parents would have sent a search party after her. She was disappointed when she contacted one of the members to ask her about it. The young lady didn’t even know she was gone and told her no one had left the pack. That news angers her and she bumps into a man and falls to the floor.

noticing. It's a magic trick, and the king is skilled at it. His eyes see me at the top of the stairs and lock on me. The crowd follows his gaze. Some look confused, others recognize me due to the Crown Diamond title dispute. A few focus on my dress. Envying how adorned I am, wishing I were in my shoes. _____________ This morning we witnessed a miracle - resumes the king. - Ayla Marin, the main participant for the diamond crown came to us, begging us to forgive her, she informed us that she was forced to go along with the prince, he threatened her family, so this young woman had no choice but to obey the on his orders, however, as soon as she had the opportunity to escape the clutches of th

I glanced at my gun, and I remembered the day I had discovered his stash of weapons when I came back from elementary school a fateful afternoon. The little metal box in the ceiling fell to the ground with a heavy bang, sending dust flying everywhere. I was curious, like all children, and my eyes widened as I approached it. I flipped open the latches, and the box creaked open, revealing a world of secrets within. Uncle Jonathan's stern warnings about staying away from his things echoed in my mind, but the allure of the unknown was too great. My gaze landed on the gun, and I felt an odd fascination with it. It was heavy and cold to the touch, and I couldn't resist picking it up.

My shoulders slumped as I gave in and went to retrieve the bag. Staring at the mounds of pink tissue that spilled out of the top, and the sparkly polka dots on the paper, I groaned as I took hold of the strings. Sure, Randi was a girl, but there was enough pink on this bag to make Pepto puke. And I wasn't terribly interested in being seen carrying it into my best friend's birthday party. It was bad enough my mom made me get her a doll that she would never play with. I ran as fast as I could back up the steps and into the house to find the first place I could to dump the stupid thing.

I grinned slightly, spit out my gum I still had tucked in between my cheek and gum as I headed back to my single story home. My real name is Hera Constantine, a five hundred and thirty eight year old le femme vampire who is a paid assassin for the uber elite, there are only a handful of us. I'm petite, ruthless and very blunt. My clients call me Pandora because I listen to my playlists on the app as I make my kills. I hate other vampires although not many remain, after the governments of the world started destroying us, but that's another story. I have one rule, I won't kill anyone under eighteen. There are others that kill kids, but I'm not one of them. I live by myself and have no desire t